Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.